ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD,
SECTION-ZZ
3:36
POST
MERIDIAN
THURSDAY
AFTERNOON
25
JULY, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)
THE
GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.
THE
RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE
Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
Audience |
Thank
you beautiful LIGHTNING,
for coming over to visit with me again today,
this early Thursday afternoon. You are beyond lovely, and white hot;
lovely DIANA Z. ARTEEMIS!!!
SHE knows
that I am suffering under this mother fucking major relentless
HUNTINGTON
CURSE,
and feels very badly for me. Hey world, I feel very badly for myself
too and ain't too mother fucking ashamed to admit that openly, 'right
here and right now'; lovely Lieutenant Anita VanBuren, of the “L&O”
television show, YO!
To
access the first part of Morianity
where, to quote lovely 'Dark Shadows'
Mizz Sabrina Collins can be
absolutely and perfectly quoted here, “It all began”;
MERELY
CLICK THE LINKS, YO!
Good
old reliable and trustworthy number 27, “little
boy”. That's her number,
or so she told me in that wild dream at
the Golden Nugget Casino is 1984, like
freaking darn butt wiping gee and WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
There is a lot more to that story, and I will get into it just
as fucking soon as I tell my local county
sheriff what is being done to me for the past two days and
nights, and yessir Spellchecker, the
word 'NIGHTMARES' is totally appropriate
here as well, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For
the most part, this assault and elder abuse on and against me began
yesterday, Wednesday, early on with a lot of doors and morning noise.
Later on a lot of health attacks on my body followed, done covertly
with black file agency technology
on the 'majestic-12'
top-top-plus secret level. The diareah
attack was off the scale about an hour or less after
posting my previous blog, Sheriff sir, and then the
fire alarm sounded for most of the night. It would stop,
and then go right back on, over and over.
Finally shortly past four, it stopped, and then came back on around
eight. Right after that, the maintenance crew began working at both
of the triad-nabe apartments, across the hall and next door to me,
slamming doors, and making horrendous loud sounds!!!!! This had
absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with the repair of the fire alarm
system, I'm quite positive. I do not buy for one moment that any of
this was not direct and immediate punishment for my
telling about that wild short Gawky Gaukauk dream from the
prior morning, on Blog YY-Section
of my Eternal Journal of Songwriter Mark
Mud!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know that it is a direct counterstrike
by HALLS FAWCES or AKA the mother
fucking evil and demonic (MILITUFORCE)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yessir,
I am being picked on and punished again, and don't go
fucking telling me that I am just being cunt
lapping paranoid! I know better, and so do these 'HALL'S
FAWCES 'HALLoweentown' SPELLCHECKER ENEMIES OF MORIANITY, AND
POOR OLD FUCKING SICK, DISEASED, ELDERLY, AND PATHETIC
MOUNTAINPEN; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!
Diana,
the Goddess of Lightning and the Moon,
told me long ago, that “Her number is 27”.
This is literally the number of electricity which as any electrical
engineer knows only too well, seems to do a lot of things in pairs of
threes, and what is three to the power of three, but good old non
BUTTERCHEESE number (27)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE to that, Sir Chester-Frank. Three cubed is a
fascinating number indeed. For those who know anything about the
story of the great inventor, Mister Nicola Tesla; he too was told
about the significance of this number, from “other-worldly”
sources and forces, MISTER
HALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
With me however, this holds a major significance not at all connected
to Mister Tesla. For him, it was part of some huge equation that
helped him to invent a machine that eventually could send electrical
power by signal instead of by
wire, just as cellphones and TV and radio and internet all now
works through. With me, things were more Mister Marcucci-oriented, or
so I believe, as far as the significance to that number. Lightning,
unlike Mister JL does know the futrure, but you may be thinking of an
ordinary non-ESS member human JL, and the only way this all fits and
works, is to believe that he, along with many other so-called
'magical people' in my life throughout the past five decades now, are
all a part of this powerful and inconceivably wild group that my
Morianity has named and labeled the EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY. Lightning
already knows tomorrow because the electron in
the antimatter structure of reality, is actually the positron
in antimatter space that is traveling in a reversed
direction to our forward concept of the space-time-mind system,
here in matter and forward direction. To quote Mister Roddenberry and
his crew, and lovely Whoopee Diddly Goldberg, we can think of this,
with or without the help of marvelous and great fiction writer
authors of the nineteenth century such as Mister
Samuel Clements, “Time's
Arrow”!!!!!!!!!!!!! Again with another major fucking
WEEEEEEEEEEE!
None
of the ESS shit is as important however as once thought it to be by
Mountainpen and Morianity. The real kicker in and throughout all of
this nightmare and Huntington Curse, is made up of the same thing
that is also behind the Westmont 1966 SHADOW
MONSTERS that would stalk me in nightmarish hellish dreams as
a youth of 10-13 years while residing at Donna
Summer's fantastic other time and place apartment, that was
really happening this time and not just a goddamn fucking dream, huh
lovely disco queen. WOW, you go
girl!!!!!!!!!! Yes peeps, 'thisssssssssssssssssssssssss'
shit, Mizz Erica AMC-1098 SNAKES; is all about the TELLOSIAN
MIND
CONTROL, or as my
wonderful never revealed publicly book from 1994, explained and
harped on, with great repetition, called, “The Permission Barrier”;
the tool and device used by the great Astral
Plane God Apollo-Lucifer and his
LAMBRIGG CULT crew of assistants, or (demons-fallen angels,
etcetera), the ETTOS, or spelled
out, the Electromagnetic Thought
Transmission and Omission
System!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT,
sir Rockdroid Lurch Rottenberry, WAS THE
EQUATION ALL ALONG, and also was the reprogramming of the
android race so as not to allow the 'old ones'
to rule with iron fists, that always would lead to chaos and ruin,
of all types of civilizations, just as in that great TV-SHOW with
Nurse Chapel, and who was actually
Mister Gene Roddenberry's wife in 'real
life', whatever the fucking hell that truly is anyway,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ETTOS
is the whole thing. Nothing else surrounds it, and nothing
else can ever belittle or discourage its truth. Therein lies the
whole nightmare to al of this mother fucking beyond hellish dogshit.
When the MILITUFORCE wishes to
attack and injure me, they only need to use the great Tallos-4
technology, or should I amend and correct that to “MISUSE this
incredible technology!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The problem here is that
people have no clue that these words tell a major true tale and that
all of us are in more danger at this moment than ever before in the
mother fucking history of human civilization!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am
just as powerless to stop any of it, as I was after June of 1980 to
try and stop THE FUTURE from happening with all of this cold and
cruel machine and non-human new world we live in. America will become
its first victim, and then other good things will rapidly follow.
Lambrigger Satan Trump will lead the
charge, just as he has done to me since the
early eighties, and beginning with his first major strike on me at
the Hammonton Texaco Gasoline Station, with that drug whacked
ETTOSIAN-MIND-CONTROLLED “JERRY CHARACHTER”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes poor Ensign Wesley Crusher, and without any crashing cursed
non-Huntington meteors; it was up to you and me, and you managed to
succeed where I failed. BUTTERCHEESE and
a great big super hyper ultra BIG ASS BUTT;
your stuff was Hollywood scripted!!!!!!!!!! I NEVER STOOD A CHANCE,
OR AS THE ASTROLOGERS MIGHT WORD IT, 'IT
WAS WRITTEN IN THE STARS AGAINST ME FROM THE GO FUCKING BAT'!!!!
All
of humanity rests on only a few major things, and the human race,
although they appear to understand the domino effect of various
things in life, never seem to connect the dots in time to be
effective in counteracting huge evils blindsiding them before all is
lost and it is too late. A famous World War Two general always talked
about those two powerful words, and my kid did the very same thing to
me, reminding me of the male nurse from Philly before she was even
born, who told me that sometimes in this world, we only GET ONE
CHANCE. In many zillions of fucking parallel worlds where the
presidents-5 of the TPB book does not kick in, in time, something
known about by President Abe Lincoln although it never became public
knowledge and is kept in powerful hidden family closets, that is
until my 1994 TPB book was copyrighted, but in parallels where this
does not kick in before January of 2025, humanity is lost forever, to
the DEVIL HIMSELF, just as scripture warns about so intensely in the
great HOLY BIBLE! I merely am stating historical facts fr5om a point
of future dated reference in a fifth dimensional Whoopee Goldberg
'Caroo' standpoint, so don't take this as anything other than my
stating facts from a future point where all of this becomes history.
Still it saddens me beyond mother fucking words to sit here totally
knowing so much while being absolutely powerless to stop one single
thing, and it is truly 1980 all over again for me,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Love Is For Carpenters,
the song; attempted to warn people of this current horrible
day and time, of impersonal uncaring machine run take over, also
known as (AKA) Wesley Crushers Star Trek Game. A place where I would
be scrared to total death of sending my kids to school, and soon
avoiding public places entirely, because my evil half government up
on Crapitol Kill has been paid off entirely by the Redneck Gun-club
Sicko's. Whoever thinks that a huge new age American civil war is not
going to be an absolute reality, is the quintessential fool of the
21st fucking cunt century, and THAT MUCH I WILL SAY. I
really saw this back in early June of 1980, and all before suddenly
finding myself at the boardwalk intersecting place at Tennessee
Avenue, in Atlantic City, New Jersey, DPAESMWG, where lovely beauty
queen almighty goddess Paula the King sang that LOIS FOCA SONG TO
ME, sending me awake afterward and into a life that would never ever
be the same for me again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Oh
yes peeps, I TOTALLY KNEW THAT I WOULD BE PUNISHED FOR HARPING ON
AND ON ABOUT MIND
CONTROL,
and guess what Sheriff KJM sir, this was quick and fast and super
hard pounding enemy retaliation! I
FELL UNDER ANOTHER NASTY DEATH ATTACK ON THE GODDAMN TWENTY-FIFTH
DAY IN APRIL
OF
THIS HORRENDOUS ASS YEAR OF TWENTY-NINETEEN;
absolutely mother frikkin' brutal pummeling hell was applied
against me,
against
my health,
against
me with noise,
and against
me with some more nasty video cut out assaults
on my PUSSY
CHEWING
CIVIL
LIBERTIES,
OR LACK OF THEM, DESPITE MY BEING A LEGALLY
BORN
AND FREE CITIZEN OF THESE ALMIGHTY
UNTITED STATES OF AMERICA!!!!
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©
1983 Mark Wayne Mohr, private electronic-metaphysics program.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are
viciously persecuting me
ON JULY 24 AND JULY 25, 2019,
WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST
ALL PERSONS AND FORCES
BEHIND THIS ASSAULT ON ME,
CAUSING ME A MAJOR HEALTH CRISIS,
A MAJOR HORRENDOUS NOISE PERSECUTION IN MY SURROUNDING
NEIGHBORHOOD, AND IN MY RESIDENCE
BUILDING AND TOWN, AND AGAINST MY PROPERTIES AND UTILITIES;
on a crush-destruct order, under
GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power.
Open-Command, General Order #7. Use
G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under
G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and
HOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel
sounds. The high-tone is colored RED.
The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual
beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and
singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan,
use your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this
sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD
technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I'
to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING
PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the
two empowerization-transmit tones,
or ETT'S.
Maybe
you let some nut case enemy of mine out of your county jail
recently, sheriff KJM, but in any event, today was really
quite bad and Dogtownish!
The video cut outs have returned recently and for about the past ten
days or so are back nasty ass all over again, me kind wonderful sir.
Literally, I could type on and on ABOUT THIS HORRENDOUS EVIL SATANIC
ELDER ABUSE, and none of it would or could be happening now or all
of my entire life, without the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL MILITUFORCE and
their demonic mother loving milf-gilf riding MIND CONTROL
(Star-Trek-Tellosion
Tactics).
If I am found dead in this stinking rotten public housing apartment
building apartment sir, I promise you under sworn oath of Goddess
and Nation, this is absolutely real and true, and MY
BLOOD SIR IS ON YOUR HANDS AS MY COUNTY
SHERIFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NG-ADS
told me some wild things back earlier at the beginning of this year
that I have only touched on lightly a few times on earlier writings.
I speak of how if my writings were all condensed and abridged to
where lots of people read the basic story of the life of
Mountainpen, and were educated and well spoken peeps; they
could all write one hell of a powerful and interesting book report
for a college thesis,
should that ever be a literary requirement for course credit
someday. He told me that one person already had come up with a
fantastic brand new possible idea and concept of things around me,
based
on the Terrorism attack
on myself and my mom, as well as the
girl who attempted homicide on me
as well as the gentlemen whom I was with that day at a Super-Walmart
store, both events within a year or two of each other in time
sequence. Further, he stated to me that tying
in the Chinese girl possible time traveler, World Laboratories, and
then Atlantic City people
who seemingly are all tied into all of this nightmare mess of
floating turds; plays out into a mind bending new twist of possible
nightmare junk that I may be involved in. He went onto say that his
alternate spin on my reality includes things that I have not yet
even thought of, or at least not yet told, on any writings. By
summer time, he is going to complete this 'book report-thesis,
and then NG-ADS will bring over a copy of it to my apartment. This
should prove vely
vely vely
Bob
FCC McDowell
intelesting,
to say the very least; Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara sir, of Saint
Lucie County, Florida, USA!!!!!!!!!!!
He ended by telling me that it will include many
new concepts that I have seemingly missed out on seeing, or who
knows, maybe blocked out from my conscious mind
as more repressed memories, such as my road trip in Baby-Blond,
New York, in the end of 1972. Godda admit, life and symbolism is
beyond goddamn super ass fascinating, yo!!!
Just
in case it concerns the mighty Astral-Plane Authority, known by a
handful few Earthers on the temporal realm here as the MILLIONTH
COUNCIL,
I admit that I have never yet told a soul on blogs, or in other
other human way as of this date, at 3 of the clock in the morning,
on 26 April of the year 2019 of the post common era circa; all
of the things that I know about both THEM, as well as all of the
connections with THEM and MYSELF, both here on this physical plane
of existence called human life, as well as back in the Plankatory,
(spirit
world).
I know for a total 100% fact, that the
Millionth Council uses Mind Control in numerous ways
against the waking world (humanity) of this Earth-Planet. I also
know that they have rigid and austere methods of operations, and
why, because
THEY WORK!
When something is not broken, DON'T
FIX
IT.
Stick with what works, and copy success. If the ruling Purgatites
believe fully in this method of operating, then by the gods folks,
you all should employ these same methods as well in your own lives.
Jesus Christ, what are we, a bunch of total friggin short-bussers?
In
my life here as Mark Wayne Mohr, I have been targeted by this
horrible bunch of bottom feeding subskummites from the spirit-world.
I realize that the educated peeps insist that I am talking dinosaur
here, and they call themselves the Ancient
Astronaut
Theorists,
and that's all fine and well, whatever
floats your boat.
I know what is real and I have lived through enough total dog shit
to drown a solar system.
I am not saying that this groupation of aliens from the supernatural
spirit world (Astral-Plane) cannot descend into our reality with
abductions
and weird
flashing lights
and giant
round hovering saucers, and
all of this and a whole lot more. I am not saying this, because of
course they can. They
can do unfathomable goddamn crap to us, any damn ass time they want
to.
Look what they have done to friggin' ass pitiful pathetic me for
crying out louder than crap!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I have learned to
see patterns, and have come to observe how they follow a strict set
of repetitive rules and regs. With
me, in order to keep my entire life down and oppressed and unable to
escape being around low life criminal drug addict type persons who
do nothing but hurt me and damage my stuff and steal from me and on
and on,
all they have to do is keep doing the same things to me that they
know for sure will always work, and this is what they do.
They endlessly set up circumstances around me so that things will
only stay endlessly hellish and bad for me, in places where I try to
live and exist, where I try to earn a living and work, and so on.
They make sure that I have no social life, they make people hate me
without reason or good cause, and the list goes on and on, and yet
it
is one simple Tellosion tool
these prick bastards always keep using against me, and that is
MIND-CONTROL!!!!!!!!!!!
Not my mind, but
the minds of those around me,
neighbors,
coworkers,
bosses,
authorities,
do you get it yet, you assholes all over the world, yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!
Good
old reliable and trustworthy number 27,
“little boy”. That's her number,
or so she told me in that wild dream at
the Golden Nugget Casino is 1984, like
freaking darn butt wiping gee and WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Thank
you beautiful LIGHTNING,
for coming over to visit with me yesterday afternoon. You are beyond
lovely, and white hot; lovely DIANA Z.
ARTEEMIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To
access the first part of Morianity
where, to quote lovely 'Dark Shadows'
Mizz Sabrina Collins can be
absolutely and perfectly quoted here, “It all began”;
MERELY
CLICK THE LINKS, YO!
I
can quote the great Mister McNulty as a
young teen lad with his famous Alligator
Haters Anonymous, or the also great and more recent Mister
Arthur Crane and just say “SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”,
BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT, no matter what I do or do not say
here, things are what they are, and the mighty
and illustrious KING
CLAN
know it all only too well, and made that claim to fame also,
YO! Things are the way they are for reasons, and I fully concur with
the great Mister Einstein when I
proclaim that I vehemently do not believe that
GOD THREW DICE with all of this mother fucking bullshit, back in the
beginning, as per our human and mortal frame of reference, as
in truth, in a timeless purgatory; THERE IS NO
BEGINNING, OR ENDING, TO ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It really
just IS, and so yes Dawn-Marie mahm, “It is what it is”, SIS!
WEEEEEEEE THAT, Chester!
Temperatures
have been sizzling hot all over the eastern half of this nation for
some time now, and good old Florida is no exception. Today managed
to be mid nineties and feeling well over a buck in most areas of the
Treasure Coast where I reside. At a quarter past one in the
afternoon, according to THE WEATHER CHANNEL (TWC), here in Fort
Pierce, Florida, yesterday, the wind was blowing WSW at 8 with no
gusts. It was 91 down a couple degrees from a half hour earlier,
feeling a rounded perfect dollar. The barometric pressure was 29.96
and dropping, and the dew-point was 72 degrees Fahrenheit. The
humidity was 54%. Isolated storms were predicted with 30% chance of
rain. Actually within a couple of hours it totally poured like it
was going out of style, and lightning was awesome with beyond
incredible colors and designs all over the skies right outside of
me' ol' sixth floor window here at my public housing building, YO!
The predicted low close to midnight was showing to be 72 degrees.
For the most part, this all came to pass. I don't think it did so in
order to fulfill any biblical prophecy, and merely was the result of
a great and accurately predicted weather channel.
My
health has been hit, with a small bowel hit and a larger heart hit.
This bowel and heart health assault on me all started after
unidentified flying ships and other unknown aerial vehicles began
following and stalking me back in the year of 1986, BRRRR!!!!!!!!!
The day before yesterday, I had a 'wellness-visit' at my PCP doctor,
at 2:30 in the afternoon. I boarded my elevator here at the building
to go down to the lobby from my sixth floor, and the goddamn thing
got stuck. Other too have been getting stuck. I was fortunate enough
to have the door finally open back up on the same floor, number six.
The box did not move at all and all of the buttons were totally not
working. However after pushing them for about a minute or so, the
door opened and I jumped the hell out, and managed to walk down the
stairwell, and made it on time to my doctor. Oh boy, &
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THAT; huh Sir
CHESTER-FRANK??????????? WHAAAAA-HA-AHA-AHA! Boy oh boy oh boy,
Uncle Billy Wonderfulife! I do not know how far away my troubles are
going to be soon, Mister Marcucci, but I do know that this ain't
fucking cunt Pottersville. This is still goddessdamn fucking Bedford
cunt chewing Falls, New York, or as the unhappy women might say, “No
asshole Mountainpen, it is Bedford Hills”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please
stop staring at me through those wild round eyeglasses, Count
Cuukie, or give me 'great wisdom' concerning any unborn dauts from
magical fucking school hallways!!!!!!!!!! TANKS YO! If some
teacher/educator, here in Saint Lucie County, and in the present
time year of 2019, yanked a student out into a hallway from a
classroom, and said, and I quote, “You know Mark, you could be a
father, chronologically”, I know that the
Sheriff of this county would take that extremely seriously.
So again with a big fat ugly super hyper WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!!! But
what needs to be listened to here is not the message, or even the
messenger, believe it or not. It is 'Thisssssssss', Mizz Erica
Snakes: HOW could he have known in October of 1969, such a mind
bending super secret, unless HE TRULY WAS JOHN LENNON and remember
folks, my mom's boyfriend back in late August of 1969 saw a photo of
that Beatle at a local shopping mall's record store, and when he
came back to the apartment in Oaklyn where I resided, the DELLWAY
ARMS, he said to me and I quote, your teacher next year looks
exactly like the guy”, and then he sort of smirked and shirked it
off. What actually happened is that a week before my mom and he went
over that day to the Cherry Hill Mall up there in Jersey, he had
taken my mom to a pre-school-year parent-teacher-meeting at the
COOLEY HALL, where he had met Mister Count Marcucci for himself. All
I am saying is why was this alien force or groupation so fascinated
with me, my family, me peeps, my kid in the future, and all of this?
Also, who out here believes for 'one damn second', Admiral
Whalespock; that this dude would take me out into the hallway that
day in school and just say this to me for absolutely no rhyme nor
reason? TEE-HEE-HEE to all of you, Mizz Lilly Lilliputian Munster
Livery Service of all great King-Gates!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lots
of death angels are around me again. Not as bad as when the death
siege is cooking on WHITE-HOT-SQUARED, but it is bad again,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Weldon Saunders was another magical type of person,
like the great Atlantic City beach alchemist, and the lovely and
super cool Patricia H.H. Hollister. This dude worked with me in 1987
before I worked at American Honda in Mount
Laurel, NJDPAESMWG, on Gaither Drive in the Mount Laurel
Industrial Park. This place was only a mile from the great house
that my mom and I rented from the real estate investor Mister Jerry
Pliner, in 1983, after leaving the illustrious 1802 non-Beekman
ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS. Fourteen years had whizzed by, and “lost
and alone here I cried”, but not for the reasons listed on
my copyrighted 1997 song called, “THANX
TO
THE
SHADOWS”,
written a solid decade later on. Mister Saunders could hear the
death angel too and he buzzed all around him quite constantly just
as he does with me. WOE WIZ ME, Mister Crichton of the mighty and
vely vely vely illustrious WALT DISNEY CORPORATION, YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO!!!
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Every
night just about, I have nightmares where I'm either in Atlantic City
New Jersey, or else I am in Philadelphia near the subway station at
16th Street, right outside Steve's stoop and apartment,
that I visited in 1974; the dude who was so infatuated with lovely
Patty Hollister H.H. But several nights back while standing right
there on Steve's stoop, alone but not lost; Sarah Callio Skunkbreath,
and Paula King Slimelips; suddenly a man walked up to me and asked
me if I had some change to spare. That is a typical occurrence in any
parallel world in any large city such as Philadelphia. I thought
Steve was around but he had disappeared back inside of his apartment
building. I went to dig into my pocket to give the beggar a few
quarters, and I pulled out a piece of paper that said and I quote,
“Your friendly prophet who comes to your
building will be punished for telling you too many things”.
The flip side of this small notebook pad sized white piece of paper,
said, “Gawky Gaukauk and another professor
friend of his, know many things, and you are not to tell Earthers
about what they've told you”. This was about three nights
ago. When I went to get up just yesterday afternoon at about a
quarter past noon, I fell back to sleep for five minutes or less, and
suddenly I saw these two professor entities from the Teck Bay Mystery
School of Province, Olympia, in the Purgatory (Astral-Plane). The one
who was not Gawki the panther cat, handed me another note on the very
same sized paper that also was white, and it said that, “Folks just
north by woust of Halloweentown, in a place called Embagalakatauke
City, will be very angry if I tell anything more”. I do not know
yet what they are referring to. I also remember the very top of the
paper page that was handed to me, and it had a name heading. It read
TECK BAY, Professor Luquilla Yazzatan. As I typed this out, and I
don't give a mother fucking rats ass who calls me a liar and refuses
to ever believe any of my wild tales; because Almighty Jehovah Pink
Goddess knows it is all true, but someone just struck my computer
with a really strange and wild hack. Suddenly the print was all weird
and arranged all fucked up. I had to reboot and repair a lot of the
shit that was effected, all the shit that was after the cut and
pasted or (CAPPED) Copyrighted junk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
yes Mister commenter, tell all of your great wonderful 'Cali' pals
all about me and make a lot of money, BUTTERCHEESE
and BIG-ASS-BUTT YO, you'll never get to the bottom of the
powerful Tellosian EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND
SOCIETY or its fantastic
EDUCATIONAL
DEPARTMENT, let
alone any mother fucking PERMISSION-BARRIERS from 1994, time trips
from 1996 only lied about and said from 1997, wide angle school bus
turns, hypnotizing mighty Viqueen Julie White's, car hubcap smashing
Nickelodeons with or without additional nickels being placed into
them, or additional weirdo 'O''s from mighty
symbolic 'DARK SHADOWS' and great awesome train-dreams from
the inconceivable fifth dimensional hyperspace, YO
YO YO YO YO YO. And we all know that I could have typed
out a ton of additional other shitUATION shit, huh folks? Oh yes,
lovely sir Microsoft Spellchecker, maybe you're even smarter than
Patty HH and her tennis lover, oh well, at least he doesn't fucking
play volleyball, huh Sheriff. See you at the
ballpark, in this, or in some parallel world, oh great sir
KJM!!!!! WOW. I am not sure about all of this punishment revelation,
but I do watch the news, and boy oh boy
do I get fucking paranoid as shit when wild bullshit starts happening
around me, big lovely 'O' WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEE,
and Wonderful Oprah
Winfrey (WOW)!!!!!!!!!! My mom
works too late, but thanks for the offer to watch your great
television show. I am quite sure my mom would thank you too from her
split jobs that I think you know about, Ricktown Manor Restaurant and
the shallow borderline area to the property over at the Humelon
Forest! This keeps her even busier than her Earthly life did over at
that Philadelphia shipping company. AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!
From
Cooley HHH to Patty HHH, mommy dearest, you and your
wonderful office fiends (friends), from the world of all great candy
crushes, or just plain old ordinary teenaged crushes.
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT! Tell me
this entire thing can be rationally explained WITHOUT
USING THE PERMISSION BARRIER; OH GREAT AND MIGHTY CAMDEN
COUNTY PROSECUTOR ADA MISTER RON
WIRTZ SENIOR, YO!!!!!! Ga'hed and tell me that one, YO YO
YO YO YO YO! Only the fact that colonies will
someday be blasted out into deep space using field travel
construction and transport, and then a powerful Galanet,
along with powerful scanner/projection AVM recording systems
to bring reality all around from anywhere in the photon-time truth of
shit, CAN HOPE TO EXPLAIN WHAT HAS BEEN DONE TO ME IN MY NEARLY 65
YEARS OF LIFE AS MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR! Remember
Sheriff sir, and other great blogAUDIANS out here, I wrote that
powerhouse fucking book in the year 1994, an entire mother fucking
quarter century ago, yo yo yo yo yo yo, so don't be so quick to
dismiss any of my claims, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
DEMAND A 'GAME
OVER',
YOU GODDAMN PLAYFIELD
SHAKESPEARIAN GODS!!!!!!!
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15, 2019 11:00 AM – Jul 22, 2019 10:00 AM
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jeepers-creepers to all ugly reptiles, eels, and gators!
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MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print).
You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating,
and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out whoever
has STRUCK MY HEALTH
AND WHOEVER
IS MAKING MY LIFE A LIVING
HELL
SINCE 1986. You
will be using your
MAXIMUM
POWER on a
crush-destruct order, under
GENERAL-ORDER-189.
Open-Command, General
Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133,
G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under
CG-18, and HOLD!!!!!!!!
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel
sounds. The high-tone is colored RED.
The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use
your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this
sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD
technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I'
to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING
PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the
two empowerization-transmit tones,
or ETT'S.
THIS IS THE THIRD
TIME THE FIRE ALARM HAS GONE OFF TODAY, AND IT IS NOW 2:43 IN THE
MOTHER FUCKING MORNING, KIND SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR.
I THINK I WILL NEED
YOUR PROTECTION AGAIN IF YOU ARE ABLE TO SPARE IT.
THANK YOU, YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
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